The System Teaches You How to Be Human

The protruding eyes were only a few centimeters away from Si Yisi’s face, and if they moved forward just a bit, they would crash directly into his face!

Not to mention; the face these eyes belonged to was covered in dense, thick hair!

The coarse, thick hair grew directly out of the pores, turning the face into a mass of grotesque, gaping holes!

Waking up in the middle of the night, this could easily scare someone to death!

Si Yisi’s tears, naturally, were uncontrollable, and in an instant, they began to flow down. He could smell a rotten stench coming from the ghost that had ambushed him in the middle of the night…

The ghost, whose face was overrun with hair, was shedding bloody tears, slowly revealing a bloody smile to Si Yisi. Its mouth was entirely blood-red, and it too was completely covered by hair! It was as if trees had wildly grown in a primitive jungle, choking the entire space with their unruly growth!

“I… want to give you my beloved hair.”

The ghost spoke, and the fine, dense hair on its face pressed close to Si Yisi’s face, poking him. Shortly after, Si Yisi noticed more hair poking toward him like spring bamboo shoots after rain, attacking his face!

“Thank you.” Si Yisi responded.

He grabbed the hair growing out of the ghost’s pores and yanked it out with all his strength!

The hair growing on the face, stimulated by this action, began to wildly spiral outward, trying to entangle Si Yisi’s hand.

Si Yisi abandoned the idea of continuing to pull the hair from his face and, instead, turned to grab the thick black hair growing on the back of the ghost’s head and yanked it!

It was like lifting a basketball by the hair, pulling the ghost’s head up.

Then, Si Yisi’s gaze swept over a razor placed on the bedside cabinet. Holding the “basketball” with one hand, he switched on the razor with the other—And began scraping it directly across the ghost’s face!

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!!” The ghost screamed in a high-pitched voice; it was a female ghost.

Her face twisted as the black hair growing from her pores ripped away small layers of skin!

The young woman in the second-floor room, holding a pillow, trembled in fear. She was in a daze, and when she heard the eerie sounds coming from upstairs, she buried her head further into the blanket.

So terrifying… so terrifying.

***

Si Yisi could barely keep his ears from being shattered by the ghost’s screams. His tears flowed uncontrollably, and he cried out while repeatedly slamming the ghost’s face onto the razor with greater force, weakly saying, “Thank, thank you for the gift. I really like it.”

I really don’t like it!

The female ghost let out a harsh screech and managed to pull herself free from Si Yisi’s grip. She covered her face and retreated backward. Strands of hair fell to the floor, stained with blood, looking more and more like a murder scene…

No, a ghost murder scene!

She quickly stepped backward, retreating in the opposite direction of Si Yisi, who, gasping and crying, followed her every step, relentlessly closing the distance.

The female ghost took one step back, and Si Yisi took one step forward.

The female ghost, terrified, covered her face, while Si Yisi, holding the razor, walked forward with a murderous expression. Yet, he was still crying in a way that made him incredibly endearing, like a little puppy.

Innocent, pitiful, and lovable.

Thud.

The female ghost’s heel hit the door, making a faint sound.

Her hair spun wildly as she tried to turn the doorknob, attempting to open it, but… it wouldn’t budge!

Si Yisi watched thoughtfully, figuring that the gift-giving process was meant to be uninterrupted by outsiders. The game had likely sealed the room into an enclosed space, and during the designated gift-giving time, no one inside could leave, nor could anyone from the outside enter.

One could only imagine how much the players, trapped in this completely inescapable space, must have felt. They would become toys for the ghosts, like mice in a cat-and-mouse game.

The only hope for escape was to survive until the end!

But… this wasn’t too bad.

Si Yisi smiled at the female ghost, who couldn’t open the door and couldn’t damage it either. As he smiled, tears that had almost stayed in his eyes finally spilled over.

After losing the hair that had given her such a formidable appearance, the female ghost’s face miraculously returned to a normal, human form.

She had a delicate, feminine face, with a sharp V-shaped jaw, pale skin, and lips tinged with a bluish hue.

At that moment, her face twisted in terror, blood tears streaming down her cheeks. She bit her lip, hugging her shoulders as she shivered uncontrollably…

“Can’t leave?” Si Yisi spoke in a flat tone, slowly walking toward the female ghost.

He walked slowly, but his steps sounded like the ticking of a death clock, forcing the female ghost to scratch at the door, bang on it, and slam her body against it in desperation.

It used to be the ghosts torturing humans!

Why, why was she now facing such a twisted human?

Now, it was a human torturing the ghost!

The female ghost twisted her body grotesquely, as if she wanted to shrink into a puddle of water and crawl through the crack under the door. Her fingers left deep, jagged scratches on the wooden door.

Si Yisi listened to the sharp sound of her nails scraping the door and watched the pitiful ghost. He thought; Why does it look like I’m bullying her?

Am I not the one who’s pitiful? Stuck in this frail, tiny body, unable to fight back, forced to use tools!

Do you have it as bad as me, trapped as the 414 system?!

“Ah—!”

“Ugh—!!”

The sharp, female screams leaked out to some extent.

Hiss…

On the third floor, in another room, Qi Muyang, pretending to be asleep, stiffened for a moment. He cursed inwardly, fearing that a player next door might be dying!

But… why did the sound from next door seem so sharp? It sounded like a woman screaming!

***

Si Yisi flashed a gentle smile, one he had borrowed from Si Mobai, and gripped the female ghost’s cold, stiff body. Again and again, he targeted the parts of her hair that hadn’t yet been harmed.

He listened to the female ghost’s screams, and his mood brightened considerably.

Enduring for a moment truly made things more satisfying afterward.

Female ghost: I need to get out! Let me out! Help! Ahhhh!

The female ghost’s long, black hair began to fall off in clumps. All the hair she had relied on for survival was being ripped away from her forehead.

“Ugh… ugh…” Now, the entire ghost was huddled on the door, her limbs twisted unnaturally, like a dying spider.

She intermittently let out quiet cries of distress, but when she sensed Si Yisi’s displeasure, she had no choice but to silence herself.

Wuwuwuw, is it really this hard to be a ghost now?

I want to die! Can a ghost die again? QwQ

As the clock’s hour hand touched exactly on the hour, suddenly, the female ghost, her claws outstretched, slammed the door open and fled!

“Hmm, is it time?” Si Yisi’s ‘hmm’ was full of deep meaning, with a strong sense of unfulfilled regret woven into it.

He tossed the blood-stained razor back onto the bedside table, glancing at the clock.

The female ghost had arrived at 12:30 A.M., and exactly 30 minutes had passed.

Is 30 minutes a complete show?

Si Yisi pondered seriously. Next time… I’ll make sure to manage the time better.

He hadn’t fully enjoyed this round; Will the same female ghost come back for the next game?

Si Yisi clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. He didn’t want to encounter the same ghost again; How could that be enjoyable?

What he didn’t know was that the female ghost was thinking the same thing. She crouched in her own room, touching her now-bald head, and wailed loudly.

“Ugh~ ughhh QwQ!”

This eerie sound drifted from her room, becoming one of the factors keeping the other residents in the nearby rooms awake and uneasy.

At Si Yisi’s bedside, large clumps of hair lay scattered all the way to the door. He carefully noticed that these shorn locks were subtly moving, inching toward the crack under the door.

They resembled little worms, eager to return to the “mother worm,” the female ghost.

Si Yisi, not one to allow such things, circled the room, picked up a jar, and began carefully collecting the hair, little by little.

Strangely, whenever these hairs were touched by Si Yisi’s hand, they suddenly went completely still, obediently falling into the jar.

Inside the jar, the hairs began to move again, drifting about like floating seaweed.

They all shared one peculiar, uniform characteristic…

The ghost hair, feeling aggrieved, huddled at the side, refusing to come anywhere near the jar by Si Yisi.

One could imagine how terrified the female ghost must have been, with her head and face completely stripped of hair.

Si Yisi sat on the bed, staring at the seaweed in the jar; or rather, at the hair, for a while.

He thought that this kind of thing could be recycled. Even a ghost would find it a rather exhilarating experience if foreign hair suddenly invaded their body, right?

He lay back down on the bed, glancing over at the sleeping Ah Tu, who was soundly snoring beside his pillow.

Ah Tu was sleeping deeply, and Si Yisi didn’t even know what to say about it.

Next time, he’d wake him up at this point. Why would a good dragon be afraid of ghosts like the Chi Chun system? Only a useless dragon would behave like this!

Little dragon Ah Tu trembled in his sleep, as if he had foreseen his tragic future.

***

The next morning, Si Yisi was suddenly jolted awake by a frantic knock on the door.

He opened his eyes groggily; the natural aftermath of crying earlier, then sat up and heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.

Si Yisi shoved Ah Tu into his pocket and opened the door.

Outside stood a few players, their faces either astonished or fearful.

“You didn’t die?”

“You, you, you… are you a human or a ghost?!”

The dazed young woman took a sudden step back, nearly falling down the stairs. She mumbled in a low voice.

“Is it a human… or a ghost? Ghost, human, hahahaha!”

The woman’s cloudy eyes flicked over Si Yisi, then fixed on Qi Muyang. It was as if she had seen something filthy, and she immediately hid behind Chen Mengxi.

Chen Mengxi: “…”

Si Yisi turned toward Chen Mengxi and said, “Cousin, it’s me, it’s Chen Chen.”

In his heart, he thought; Chen Chen my foot. If I don’t blast your head off next time, I’ll have lost to this system!

“Chen–Chen Chen?” Chen Mengxi didn’t expect Si Yisi to dump this troublesome matter onto her.

She tried to maintain a calm expression, but instinctively stepped back a little.

“You… did you see anything last night?” Chen Mengxi asked Si Yisi.

“Yes.” Si Yisi replied without hesitation.

He suddenly remembered something. He had found the hair clue on the second floor. Why hadn’t the female ghost gone after the players on the second floor?

The lively voice, suggesting a casual visit, seemed to be hinting that ghosts could visit others too.